Chapter 17: The Demon's Reproductive Skills 3

Obviously talking about the cruelest thing in the world, his voice was as gentle as the murmuring between lovers.

"Every time we get intimate, you automatically return to a new purity, and because of this, every time I get intimate with you, it's like being intimate with you for the first time. So, every time you feel pain. But, my dear little fairy, I will make you feel a pleasure stronger than pain......"

His speed suddenly increased.

She was beaten to the point of such a ferocious pain, tears kept flowing down her cheeks, the tip of his tongue curled, and he kissed away the tears gently, and the magic voice was full of bewitchment: "Little fairy, it hurts, isn't it? You remember, whether it is the Nine Heavens or the Demon Realm, I am the only one who can bring you such pain, forever and ......forever."

The intense pain had made her unable to hear the devil's arrogance, and tears and sweat had completely drowned her...... At this time, she fully understood what the Dark Lord's "automatic healing of scars" meant.

It was a fear worse than pain: he had cast such a spell on himself!!

After that, day and night, I will suffer this pain.

She wants to find the little prince: Ji Wuhua, Ji Wuhua, you save me......

However, her cries for help were swallowed in his throat, and he kissed passionately, crossed his neck, and robbed her of all her breath.

Her face was pale and trembling, but he was even more excited, and he was furious in the scent that lingered around his nose, especially when her wet hair swept across his face, the end of his nose, the scent of Laneige was even stronger and more fragrant......

In his hundreds of thousands of years of life, there had never been a female creature that gave him such crazy feelings—not a wolf woman, not a snake woman...... The most glamorous and demonic witch in the world is not good...... No, no, no, they can't all be combined......

I thought that the first time was already the peak, but this time, it was another carnival.

There is no end to that happiness, like the wings of an eagle, not flying lower and lower, but higher and higher, higher and higher, until it is submerged into the depths of the clouds......

He was so wild that he completely forgot that he was wreaking havoc...... It's just an instinct, a passion, a preference and novelty for unfamiliar objects......

Like a wolf, after eating and drinking, running and frolicking on the spring grassland, clawing a rose, little by little, slowly tearing the petals of the rose to pieces......

That night, the Dark Lord slept very soundly.

He was in his sleep, and his long arms were also imprisoned in his arms.

She had already fainted from the extreme pain, and even though she was asleep, there was a faint palpitation on her little face.

Occasionally, she would roll over, but with his long arms stretched out, he scooped her up in his arms, and half-asleep, he simply put her little face under his chin and sniffed her fragrance and fell into a deep sleep.

In the middle of the night, she quietly opened her eyes.

With the glow of the Night Pearl, she quietly pushed his arm away. Just as she was completely out of his grasp, he suddenly rolled over and picked her up.

She went limp, and fell into his arms.

He opened his eyes, smiled playfully, and his big hand slid over the deep, shallow kiss marks on her body, the marks left by the stormy intimacy.